"Listen to Mah Motor..."

"Listen to Mah Motor ..."

Men on duty at the short-wave sets of the Coronado National Forest (Ariz.) Network heard voices speaking in heavy Southern accents:

First voice: "We just shot down 37 Jap planes and sank two of their submarines. Now we're a-goin' on to bomb Tokyo. Go ahead."

Second voice: "Better be careful you don' go too fur. Go ahead."

A weather report broke in at this point. An exasperated listener, Lookout Staton Brooks at Mount Wrightson, got the weatherman to hush so the network could hear "a couple of American planes in the Pacific." They heard:

"Heah go mah firs' bomb. Whoo-oo-ee-ee-ee-BOOM! Go ahead."

"You better bring that bomber back heah befo' you git co't-martialed. Go ahead."

"Listen to mah motor roar. Gr-r-row-owow! Now heah go another bomb. Whoo-oo-ee-ee-ee BOOM! Go ahead."

"You gonna git co't-martialed and spend the rest of yo' days in Leavenworth. Go ahead."

"Too late now. Ah done captured two Japanese girls. I'm gonna let go another bomb. . . ."

Five minutes later, red-faced Brooks called up the other half-dozen stations on the forest network, explained that the bombardiers had turned out to be two Negro soldiers at Fort Huachuca, twenty miles away, sashaying mellowly across the parade ground harnessed with a couple of walky-talkies.

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